So, a few months ago, I hired a personal trainer to get my ass back into shape ... well, into shape. Saying back into shape would suggest that it had a good shape previously which it didn't (unless you like a woman who is "bootylicious" (which some man actually called me)) but I digress.
I decided to ask my trainer to come back for the night and he kicked my butt. I did some insane workouts -- 40 reps of boxing, pushups on a medicine ball (harder than it sounds), pull-ups on a stability bar on the treadmill, squats with lateral raises, lunges on a bosu ball and lots of stomach exercises. It was so hard and it actually hurts me a bit to type right now but I managed to survive.
Everything he threw at me, I said "Bring it on and give me more." Apparently, my insane work ethic when it comes to working out has not completely gone away.
P.S. My husband made my day tonight -- he referred to me as very svelte. That is one of the nicest compliments he has ever given to me and he does not even know it.
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